While at my maiden Boxing session today, I did a couple of silly things which I can’t help but laugh at during and afterwards.

I didn’t know anyone there when I arrived, so I picked one guy out of a gym of many people to ask if it was also his first time and if he knew how to box at all. Turned out that the guy was the instructor.

I can’t box or punch to save my life, so I tried to be clever and chose the scrawniest guy wearing a checkered shirt and berms (why would anyone do that? Can’t be experienced right?) to be my shadow / mock-sparring partner. Turned out that he had prior training and experience in boxing back when he was in China. Chinese boxer? I immediately thought of Bruce Lee.

Because of (2), I had to box, exchange points and ask him to punch me in mandarin. I am totally blaming the panting if he didn’t understand what I was saying. Ha ha.

I bought the club tee and discovered that it was XS when I reached back to hall. They probably ran out of S sized ones by then too. Here’s to not checking your goods.

Here is a small slice of my life as an NUS Student; a silly slice that probably doesn’t have the strawberry or maraschino ha ha.

Or finger wraps. Did I tell you I was the only one who shadow boxed bare-fist without finger wraps?